tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63515292079742124592024-03-17T18:05:54.211-07:00The Divan of the shadowVivir es amar el resto es silencio, vivir es nacer y soñar cada día.FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.comBlogger996125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-89769423054805155992024-03-09T13:38:00.000-08:002024-03-09T13:38:15.009-08:00YA SE HAN MARCHADO LOS MOZOS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAT9zgK3DlC-OCJOvyxZGA5i0OtmMtBt_G8PZKAumS3RjZqisUetnvgMIY9ucGzwYmybB3skaECZmoAkDPuH1h3HK9Nm9TQxW6_J3MpgE7WJ1Y4-iX1GJfaAb5znkvKZBMTs_6Tf9QN3s/s480/17523127_1637480052936720_1409789642485822667_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><span><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="480" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAT9zgK3DlC-OCJOvyxZGA5i0OtmMtBt_G8PZKAumS3RjZqisUetnvgMIY9ucGzwYmybB3skaECZmoAkDPuH1h3HK9Nm9TQxW6_J3MpgE7WJ1Y4-iX1GJfaAb5znkvKZBMTs_6Tf9QN3s/w640-h456/17523127_1637480052936720_1409789642485822667_n.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArqDxigoYWi5qvDoOrHCC3LuwwK5VpSViet32L9TJeck-5dobmE1qXvlfWwOd1WJyqKfAC-vctLXx14KrezyO0EIQO8i5v4rnDDb02gQQBnWhnmD-YP4LnpXt4jqw4mw_IfNww4Pg58o/s731/15337426_1453332884684772_6720309593198707182_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArqDxigoYWi5qvDoOrHCC3LuwwK5VpSViet32L9TJeck-5dobmE1qXvlfWwOd1WJyqKfAC-vctLXx14KrezyO0EIQO8i5v4rnDDb02gQQBnWhnmD-YP4LnpXt4jqw4mw_IfNww4Pg58o/w420-h640/15337426_1453332884684772_6720309593198707182_n.jpg" width="420" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmf5cPOH3X_kjSDj3H0s5mXz-6PKaga4w5bnAZdCLrhgVzI7vBZJKC2YUUaeIxKJDW5lR-iCr-7KYSwjTt-tvdQ5QflskLjdb8okxT_U779D2doAvwCsCDoY7TniTkM5uyZ0fMkR_TjQ/s801/14708106_1399741156710612_7057173665284382772_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmf5cPOH3X_kjSDj3H0s5mXz-6PKaga4w5bnAZdCLrhgVzI7vBZJKC2YUUaeIxKJDW5lR-iCr-7KYSwjTt-tvdQ5QflskLjdb8okxT_U779D2doAvwCsCDoY7TniTkM5uyZ0fMkR_TjQ/w384-h640/14708106_1399741156710612_7057173665284382772_n.jpg" width="384" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ya se han marchado los mozos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ya no ahí alegría en el pueblo,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>las calles están vacías y tristes,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>el sol calienta ya mucho menos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>las mocitas ya no salen de casa,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y en la plaza grande solo ahí niños y viejos.</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ya se han marchado los mozos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y el pueblo parece desierto,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>las fuentes se han secado esperando el otoño,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Otro otoño en blanco y negro,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>quien va a trabajar las tierras,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>quien hará los bancales nuevos.</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ya se han marchado los mozos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>a hacer el servicio como si fuese un destierro,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y el pueblo parece una tumba, parece que está muerto,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>como si no viviera a aquí nadie,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>como si lo hubiera maldecido algún demonio,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">como si lo hubiera mirado un tuerto.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ya se han marchado los mozos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y las madres lloran por dentro,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>están hechas de hierro puro, porque siempre sufrieron,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>quien traerá ahora la leña, quien traerá ahora el dinero,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>quien rondara a las mozas, quien dará alegría al cuerpo.</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ya se han marchado los mozos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ya no ahí alegría en el pueblo,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>las calles están vacías y tristes,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>el sol calienta ya mucho menos,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>las mocitas ya no salen de casa,</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y en la plaza grande solo ahí niños y viejos.</i></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-73520866263167924942024-02-28T09:43:00.000-08:002024-02-28T09:48:08.985-08:00ANDE YO DONDE ANDE<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQv86jOrAShAB3uwinLScpJCvZO6o0vHwUDy2Gh387I8wYridbx_8-MIoS0KjWBzFkbfMWrY3UsldmYoDWmegUPzcQXZCg8Cl3JG8fJ5GIvVfQ_eYg-hWrsjPoAsKdwi5X7hKKVESJBAk/s1600/Grupo_de_jurdanos_ante_la_ca%25CC%2581mara_fotogra%25CC%2581fica%252C_de_Venancio_Gombau.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="807" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQv86jOrAShAB3uwinLScpJCvZO6o0vHwUDy2Gh387I8wYridbx_8-MIoS0KjWBzFkbfMWrY3UsldmYoDWmegUPzcQXZCg8Cl3JG8fJ5GIvVfQ_eYg-hWrsjPoAsKdwi5X7hKKVESJBAk/s640/Grupo_de_jurdanos_ante_la_ca%25CC%2581mara_fotogra%25CC%2581fica%252C_de_Venancio_Gombau.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-Hi_79V1zEepTGeqBXOjtUL6tJALaderBi6giSTkg0wVSZJq2KLon9vrq5hNUXr9Obz_h2_3QThNUN58MU_s2T4SSo4PIjuddoebSRk4txHLgUGtZ-P_-K340d243gcee-KttjtTzrE/s1600/4235d1d41ef109a25c7e11dce84b8b4d-560x420.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="560" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-Hi_79V1zEepTGeqBXOjtUL6tJALaderBi6giSTkg0wVSZJq2KLon9vrq5hNUXr9Obz_h2_3QThNUN58MU_s2T4SSo4PIjuddoebSRk4txHLgUGtZ-P_-K340d243gcee-KttjtTzrE/s640/4235d1d41ef109a25c7e11dce84b8b4d-560x420.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSHhUj1pzWvdq8x9nr8R0CJMx6-W5l2NprsuXmNrgaYPqB5smt5XDgXsf8T4fgF8ynlUhJwoM1hg7phLxn-zlGBX8EV4WUoUC4PNbdWzSoCcViGVgva2pqGdbw7ai6JADSDF7snDpzEU/s1600/las-hurdes-es-una-tierra-donde-el-misterio-aun-pervive_1051721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="502" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSHhUj1pzWvdq8x9nr8R0CJMx6-W5l2NprsuXmNrgaYPqB5smt5XDgXsf8T4fgF8ynlUhJwoM1hg7phLxn-zlGBX8EV4WUoUC4PNbdWzSoCcViGVgva2pqGdbw7ai6JADSDF7snDpzEU/s640/las-hurdes-es-una-tierra-donde-el-misterio-aun-pervive_1051721.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Llevarte en mi corazón,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>recorriendo el mundo enteró,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>gritando a los cuatro vientos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>yo soy hurdano señores,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>hurdano de cuerpo entero.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>nadie me va a quitar a mí de mis adentros,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pues llevó clavado en mi alma,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>el olor de la jara y del brezo,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>la alegría de mis gentes,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y el verdor de los huertos.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>recodar aquellos días,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que con el sudor de mi cuerpo,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>trabajaba en los bancales,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Plantando olivos y cerezos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para vestir la montaña,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y hacer más bello mi pueblo.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pues sí he de elegir una vida,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>la elijo viviendo en tu seno,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pues a mí nadie a de alejarme de ti,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>a no ser camino del cementerio.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ser polvo de tu polvo,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ser piedra en tu lecho,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ser arroyo que con agua clara da vida,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ser higuera, ser castaño, ser roble y ser helecho,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>ser para siempre tu amor y tú para mí mi amor eterno.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Ande yo donde ande,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y donde ande yo quiero,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>gritar con orgullo a los cuatro vientos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>yo soy hurdano señores,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>hurdano de cuerpo entero.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-7866411120045447062024-02-26T15:53:00.000-08:002024-02-26T15:53:09.076-08:00QUE CONTARTE, AMIGO MÍO<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoD9KN7aZNG_2qdScl5mGhxet247PxRh_jD0VeG0cqkka1DZleLXUxdgV0EGKdHVGfYTEaBcKr82kr_EvkSboavbf13njVtRhqYIZyaa_K7kmoLA_VKSGyg5VPBK2zdWp2tMTJxlYDkc/s1600/IMG_20171231_181827.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoD9KN7aZNG_2qdScl5mGhxet247PxRh_jD0VeG0cqkka1DZleLXUxdgV0EGKdHVGfYTEaBcKr82kr_EvkSboavbf13njVtRhqYIZyaa_K7kmoLA_VKSGyg5VPBK2zdWp2tMTJxlYDkc/s640/IMG_20171231_181827.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPTL6sOKHd8oy2A6innRCfiVaJYFZklWFrM-v30DhdDRCgjtYE8Y-yfa-CDLY7jrE2FNeG7tm2oc3Y1rC-zTeTr2Me6sZtHvubjxTkbF2zeeCngz4WMZMPd-oFTV9P8jaYVZ1hO9Oic8/s1600/GENTI_VFX_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="360" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPTL6sOKHd8oy2A6innRCfiVaJYFZklWFrM-v30DhdDRCgjtYE8Y-yfa-CDLY7jrE2FNeG7tm2oc3Y1rC-zTeTr2Me6sZtHvubjxTkbF2zeeCngz4WMZMPd-oFTV9P8jaYVZ1hO9Oic8/s640/GENTI_VFX_03.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Que contarte, amigo mío,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que contarte de estos tiempos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pues la noche se hace fría,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y el macho lanu está al acecho,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>hay que ser muy valiente,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para recorrer estos senderos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>entre la maleza, con lluvia y con viento.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Somos hombres de bien,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y con pelos en el pecho,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>hemos nacido en la Hurdes,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>duros somos como el hierro,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pero estas noches de invierno,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>le calan al más duro hasta los huesos.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Que contarte, amigo mío,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que contarte de estos tiempos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>tengo las manos llenas de callos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>de trabajar los olivos y el huerto,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para llevar a mi casa una perra chica,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para mantener lo que tengo.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Que contarte, amigo mío,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que contarte de estos tiempos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>tengo la espalda encorvada,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>de cargar con tanto peso,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y estoy deseando llega a mi casa,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para calentarme un rato junto al fuego.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Es dura la vida en la Hurdes,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>más que en otros pueblos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pero yo soy feliz y dichoso,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>no cambio por nada esto,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>aunque la noche está negra,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y siempre de un poco de miedo.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Que contarte, amigo mío,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que contarte de estos tiempos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>pues la noche se hace fría,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>y el macho lanu está al acecho,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>hay que ser muy valiente,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>para recorrer estos senderos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>entre la maleza, con lluvia y con viento.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-80593601615487149252024-02-23T14:10:00.000-08:002024-02-26T15:56:51.723-08:00HURDANO<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVAdSg-cqFOQKSMK8FsZR6VoEAOTYRXJDHc-T1yNZ5UXSiLpov_To40aqTkYwVA1ZBnCc8Iosltngjo9lBp9xoj2GXIRu8LejoX6qXPgOmz3T9bQHbePBrFWibHZkHy51mRSTTAd6rL0/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVAdSg-cqFOQKSMK8FsZR6VoEAOTYRXJDHc-T1yNZ5UXSiLpov_To40aqTkYwVA1ZBnCc8Iosltngjo9lBp9xoj2GXIRu8LejoX6qXPgOmz3T9bQHbePBrFWibHZkHy51mRSTTAd6rL0/s640/IMG_2008.JPG" width="480" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">no hay nada más bonito en el mundo que sentir lo que yo siento,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y haber nacido en esta tierra llena de belleza y de misterio,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con aire puro en la cara, con el olor del tomillo, lavanda y el brezo,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y la alegría de mi gente viviendo en paz y contentos.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">yo nada le pido a nadie salvo vivir el momento,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y solo le pido a Dios que me de muchos años venideros,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para levantarme cada mañana observando lo que observo,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">los pinos en las montañas, los olivos y los cerezos.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y desde que era chico me siento orgulloso de ello,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y me paseo por el mundo contando de donde vengo,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">de una mancomunidad tan bonita, tan bonita como el cielo,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sueño de soñadores, descanso para el alma y el cuerpo.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Paseando por tus caminos dándole rienda suelta al pensamiento,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Dejándome llevar viendo como pasa mi tiempo,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">por estos lugares por donde también pasaron mis abuelos,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con las manos encallas, lágrimas en la cara y el corazón abierto.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">a ver quién es el valiente que me hace a mí renegar de ello,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">no hay nadie en este mundo que se atreva a hacerme eso,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">pues no hay nada más bonito que sentir lo que yo siento.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Yo he nacido hurdano y hurdano seguro me muero,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">yo he nacido hurdano, como mis padres, como mis abuelos.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-65034925054782521362024-02-05T14:16:00.000-08:002024-02-14T01:07:15.803-08:00 HONGOS Y AMAPOLAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEQPmL6dR-bJa60Suv98XSHhfihoIzA48_2B40cnqNFLYL1BzhZb1CzvF4fLE0DmUBah7io7UvZujTF1sx5IQgq3kfETWuKNKQ8PEtASLUMaEBbGToGnjhOLpQTc-KZAv9fuSDGyrKJiNI56R3T81t9_znW0wXk9-B2fe0Hz_HonNne6VQUKACCS8t4Y/s859/9dcfab790a491a72edf44429a0f8248c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEQPmL6dR-bJa60Suv98XSHhfihoIzA48_2B40cnqNFLYL1BzhZb1CzvF4fLE0DmUBah7io7UvZujTF1sx5IQgq3kfETWuKNKQ8PEtASLUMaEBbGToGnjhOLpQTc-KZAv9fuSDGyrKJiNI56R3T81t9_znW0wXk9-B2fe0Hz_HonNne6VQUKACCS8t4Y/w420-h640/9dcfab790a491a72edf44429a0f8248c.jpg" width="420" /></i></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NRBUKYvoKha_OoPkQs0muzG6vJ1y_BxvmU2wlpZnzsiiRd_D0f83vUVNh1M01jI51LgqRZItoT-BTle49zzFTxnGJybFh8jTQAvNkqPbBo9HnQdJCcnclXFs98HL-6Hz_gFFh0k_Fc2LcVyZjQuPhF_0dqvp0IEoklYOiokObBuLLany05D6DkVrtss/s844/bcbe3006f97ec3132e8a26b1d754d6ba.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NRBUKYvoKha_OoPkQs0muzG6vJ1y_BxvmU2wlpZnzsiiRd_D0f83vUVNh1M01jI51LgqRZItoT-BTle49zzFTxnGJybFh8jTQAvNkqPbBo9HnQdJCcnclXFs98HL-6Hz_gFFh0k_Fc2LcVyZjQuPhF_0dqvp0IEoklYOiokObBuLLany05D6DkVrtss/w428-h640/bcbe3006f97ec3132e8a26b1d754d6ba.jpg" width="428" /></i></b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A ver si se disipa esta niebla,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">al final del pasillo de mi casa, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">me saluda con la mano un astronauta, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras unos marcianos bailan una sardana, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">donde se habrá metido el cura, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">ese que vestía con una sabana.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> </i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Hay dragones en mi televisor, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras llueve en sentido contrario, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">un poco más arriba se oye decir, hola, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">joder quien lo dice es un lagarto, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué mal debo ir, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">si ya no distingo la realidad de la ficción.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A lo lejos se ve venir un tren, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con dientes afilados echando humo, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">desde sus ventanas me saluda la gente,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">hasta he visto en un momento pasar a Groucho, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">todo da vueltas en la habitación, parece un tío vivo,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras me tumbo en el colchón.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Que tendrían esos hongos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para hacerme flipar de esta manera, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">solo falta una enfermera y un doctor con bisturí, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en un rato han pasado payasos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y hasta la guardia civil, persiguiendo a unos narcos,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y he visto hasta el maestro Joda decirme, ánimos campeón.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A ver si se disipa esta niebla,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">al final del pasillo de mi casa, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">me saluda con la mano un astronauta, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras unos marcianos bailan una sardana, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">donde se habrá metido el cura, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">ese que vestía con una sabana.</i></b></span></div></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x168nmei x13lgxp2 x30kzoy x9jhf4c x6ikm8r x10wlt62" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></div></div></div></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-19712742077870312782024-01-25T17:55:00.000-08:002024-01-25T17:55:15.529-08:00CUANDO TE HAYAS IDO<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP9XWFC7cfxJvI0aAv_y4-HM6GqkQZnRD09n7hPSa2_2shibTE-LIV6MR4t32mfLYG51bGA2Z2kQyDP8ENLJ7AwWDRYzCfXS3SvgiADvIMyvesCSde19rD8HMNWHY1nEa3hQvNfTH6KZQrKIPCEup8DH1RGZEPbshI_bHxOLHrd5ZvvlL5SaNEYT3U8g/s720/422203659_10160028937661647_2350012296210141982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP9XWFC7cfxJvI0aAv_y4-HM6GqkQZnRD09n7hPSa2_2shibTE-LIV6MR4t32mfLYG51bGA2Z2kQyDP8ENLJ7AwWDRYzCfXS3SvgiADvIMyvesCSde19rD8HMNWHY1nEa3hQvNfTH6KZQrKIPCEup8DH1RGZEPbshI_bHxOLHrd5ZvvlL5SaNEYT3U8g/w432-h640/422203659_10160028937661647_2350012296210141982_n.jpg" width="432" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVhBqY2tZkCReozRpMXqNSRMR2J6mKRnype7zzrkDZrU45IFZcrFr2l1bS-hoMAnRjwhNpJ6StDfFjQYVU3gFoX_ZC_3HJEevroMX5rwgBMPaKQF2J9yS2PQAKHsFVg4PcunCJeFbnMnmw6XeS6gvo-k6gyC4-4-evUEOC7jehxPjIXNDtdNPOGQPjW4/s720/422151608_10160028937721647_3924420430014195473_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="478" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVhBqY2tZkCReozRpMXqNSRMR2J6mKRnype7zzrkDZrU45IFZcrFr2l1bS-hoMAnRjwhNpJ6StDfFjQYVU3gFoX_ZC_3HJEevroMX5rwgBMPaKQF2J9yS2PQAKHsFVg4PcunCJeFbnMnmw6XeS6gvo-k6gyC4-4-evUEOC7jehxPjIXNDtdNPOGQPjW4/w424-h640/422151608_10160028937721647_3924420430014195473_n.jpg" width="424" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya no me servirán las palabras, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><a style="cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a>Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mis besos ya no encontrarán tus mejillas, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mis brazos estarán huérfanos de tu cuerpo,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Solo me quedarán tus recuerdos.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">La casa se llenará de soledad y silencio,</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mis oídos añorarán tus palabras, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mi cuerpo añorará tus abrazos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mi ser añorará tus consejos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mis días serán eternos.</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A quien le contaré mis secretos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A quien con mis tonterías le arrancaré una sonrisa, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Con quien compartiré mi café cada tarde, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">A quien le recitaré mis poemas, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Quien me dirá que me quiere a pesar de todo. </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Vivirás para siempre en mi corazón, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Se inundarán de lágrimas mis ojos, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Miraré con nostalgia nuestras fotografías, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">La vida perderá todo sentido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mi corazón sé irá contigo, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mi alma llorará tu ausencia. </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cuando te hayas ido, </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Nada volverá a ser como antes.</i></b></span></div></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-49477660350517009522024-01-25T14:42:00.000-08:002024-01-25T14:49:53.042-08:00AQUELLOS TIEMPOS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQRNNYuM-gZs0sBMeG554p1CPnBZVxYKOeKGr5Eic-XX_ZW9kgjcIiigCRrRdJxHb4mcTgjMA3IDFDElRoBklGHI8r0H2z2vj8m0H2qrKlOt7X8s6f_28GAJY8-G46WisXX6kqUmijAvW7sK4OpHKtJt6R_YWRJ7MJXRKCk3cp74JQ95t9eTKkfKj/s600/341032735_763417891861764_5750093324072987915_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="445" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQRNNYuM-gZs0sBMeG554p1CPnBZVxYKOeKGr5Eic-XX_ZW9kgjcIiigCRrRdJxHb4mcTgjMA3IDFDElRoBklGHI8r0H2z2vj8m0H2qrKlOt7X8s6f_28GAJY8-G46WisXX6kqUmijAvW7sK4OpHKtJt6R_YWRJ7MJXRKCk3cp74JQ95t9eTKkfKj/w474-h640/341032735_763417891861764_5750093324072987915_n.jpg" width="474" /></a></i></b></span></p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLdDoJ_W247hcP2G_JSA9NrYptQVHR7YtpzC3Fcz4aJmT5YwVc7WShhRB4vaIrF6UT471XuPQVkmL3-ZT9HdfKk6Gd0-70qdTVGSy94H9NJHeRsmWP5eKQtThSFsueoC-GGxhFGMvFMNU9NDLLnH6km44ClNIupJmwTKLTo7k1IdViKYI6kQZK0e_/s590/341494070_947669483027983_8522488066252828057_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="590" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLdDoJ_W247hcP2G_JSA9NrYptQVHR7YtpzC3Fcz4aJmT5YwVc7WShhRB4vaIrF6UT471XuPQVkmL3-ZT9HdfKk6Gd0-70qdTVGSy94H9NJHeRsmWP5eKQtThSFsueoC-GGxhFGMvFMNU9NDLLnH6km44ClNIupJmwTKLTo7k1IdViKYI6kQZK0e_/w640-h450/341494070_947669483027983_8522488066252828057_n.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Donde se han quedado aquellos tiempos,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">aquellos tiempos pasados,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el burro capón y la cabra mocha,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el sacho y la cesta que me regalaron,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">los juegos de aquellos días,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y la niñez que se me escurrió entre las manos.</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Donde ha quedado la escuela,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">los chaguarzos, las jaras y los regatos,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el olor a tierra mojada, a tomillo y lavanda,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">los olivos, los ciruelos y los cerezos,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y aquella villa a la falda de la montaña.</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Donde se han quedado los consejos de mi abuela,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el sobrado de la casa vieja donde buscábamos tesoros,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">la chacina colgada de las puntas clavadas en las vigas,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el fuego con el pote lleno de agua,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y los domingos de misa y señoras con rosario,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Donde se han quedado las leyendas,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">los cuentos que se contaban al lado de la lumbre,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">los juegos del gua, el burro y el incarroma,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">las risas a carcajada de los niños en las calles,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y aquel olor a leña de las tahonas.</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">En donde se han quedado aquellos tiempos,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">aquellos tiempos del pasado,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">en mi ayer siendo para siempre eternos,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y cada uno de los momentos que recuerdo,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">están grabados para siempre a fuego en mi alma y mi sien,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">recordándome de donde vengo y quién soy.</span></i></b></p><p align="LEFT" style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" style="background-color: black; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" style="background-color: black; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-80348237349597175842024-01-20T21:02:00.000-08:002024-01-20T21:04:21.195-08:00HELENA, SIN MÁS<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s-fBfFETy4hMnNHbLO2QY2cvepe_QnWaDlhiv_p_7QKPemN4jEqhLl-J4jqV4_yEosUaZIdmIHnTbfAdgkwFwZR9NEguoT17qsDTaHLA_IPeFWSataFvT-L6ywdTgr-2PChsrdEAPyZH4Ad4CeVthRzc6nEG0Q4bZECq_n_0a9b9t6as9pDmGEHMV_I/s528/a0ce4bdde83f4ac6b64bd99e89984dd4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="350" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s-fBfFETy4hMnNHbLO2QY2cvepe_QnWaDlhiv_p_7QKPemN4jEqhLl-J4jqV4_yEosUaZIdmIHnTbfAdgkwFwZR9NEguoT17qsDTaHLA_IPeFWSataFvT-L6ywdTgr-2PChsrdEAPyZH4Ad4CeVthRzc6nEG0Q4bZECq_n_0a9b9t6as9pDmGEHMV_I/w424-h640/a0ce4bdde83f4ac6b64bd99e89984dd4.jpg" width="424" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: white;"><i style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;">Fue fugaz, fugaz como una estrella,</span></i></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en mi piel solo queda la huella de sus besos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y en mi cara una gran sonrisa de felicidad,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">aún guado cada uno de los momentos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que esa noche me llevaron a la eternidad.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Fue fugaz, fugaz como una estrella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que te puedo amigo mío contar de ella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">la encontré sorteando la noche en aquel bar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">haciéndole guiños a la vida, con mil historias que contar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">me dijo que se llamaba Helena, Helena sin más.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Fue fugaz, fugaz como una estrella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">la acompañé hasta un portal,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">me invito a subir con ella hasta el cielo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">dejando nuestra vergüenza y la ropa atrás,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">bastaron un par de besos, para aprender a volar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y para descubrir entre sus sabanas el universo.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Fue fugaz, fugaz como una estrella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">aún no la he podido olvidar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cada noche pensando en ella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">vuelvo aquel santuario, a aquel bar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con la esperanza de volver a verla,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para volver con ella a vivir, para volver con ella a soñar.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Fue fugaz, fugaz como una estrella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en mi piel solo queda la huella de sus besos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y en mi cara una gran sonrisa de felicidad,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">aún guardo cada uno de los momentos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que esa noche me llevaron a la eternidad.</i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-45889909221303393052024-01-15T03:54:00.000-08:002024-01-15T03:54:28.620-08:00HASTA MI ALMA<p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCxSFrzocREMbx6oBgEjDNjtAioavva8CPBWr_wj1cejwuBs0epMncSbVR0GahlX8j7h48JBOzjuhcNmRDZ5nFG3eL3zf6m9bMLI0Kxqi3-YmJbs2C8tFy5OlM-j4avaHtfqCyxm0xiY/s1600/descarga+%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="296" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCxSFrzocREMbx6oBgEjDNjtAioavva8CPBWr_wj1cejwuBs0epMncSbVR0GahlX8j7h48JBOzjuhcNmRDZ5nFG3eL3zf6m9bMLI0Kxqi3-YmJbs2C8tFy5OlM-j4avaHtfqCyxm0xiY/s640/descarga+%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cada día va la moza a la madre del agua,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con su pelo negro y el barreño de la ropa,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con la lavandera de madera y una sonrisa en la cara,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras yo la miro, ella me ignora y canta,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">canciones que a mí me gustan,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">canciones que me emocionan y me enamoran el alma.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cada día va la moza a la madre del agua,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">a lavar la ropa en el arroyo para llevarla limpia a casa,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras yo la miro atontado cayéndoseme la baba,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">pues no ahí en el pueblo moza más buena y brava,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que la hija del señor Pedro, lista, espabila y guapa.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cada día va la moza a la madre del agua,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">andando con gracia y salero, con arte y elegancia,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y yo la sigo de cerca, de cerca hasta su casa,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y luego entra dentro y ya no sale hasta mañana,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que yo la esperaré en el puente, en el puente de la madre del agua.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cada día va la moza a la madre del agua,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con su pelo negro y el barreño de la ropa,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con la lavandera de madera y una sonrisa en la cara,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras yo la miro, ella me ignora y canta,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">canciones que a mí me gustan,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">canciones que me emocionan y me enamoran el alma.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cada día va la moza a la madre del agua,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y yo me siento en el puente hasta que ella acaba,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y la miro, y la miro, sin poder dejar de mirarla,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">pues mi corazón tiene dueña, a ella la doy hasta mi alma,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">yo voy a pedirle a su padre la mano,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para hacerla para siempre mi compañera,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para hacerla para siempre mi amada.</i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-34098067257330955712024-01-11T14:32:00.000-08:002024-01-11T14:32:16.581-08:00TARDES DE SABADO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span><p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Aquellas tardes de sábado,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">la estación de oporto cobraba vida,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">por el metro corría la sangre,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">camino del centro de la ciudad,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para perdernos en la movida,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que se vestía de gala en los bajos de Aurrera.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Malasaña bendecía su nombre,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y entre cerveza y música,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">alguna princesa buscaba su príncipe,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras un sapo la miraba fijamente,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">al compás de una canción de Radio Futura,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y la tarde iba tejiendo su velo tenue para convertirse en noche.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Moncloa y sus bajos te saludaban,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras en el Champandaz la leche de pantera corría,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">de litro en litro, de boca en boca,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sobornando a la consciencia,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">dejando paso a la euforia del que nada tiene que perder,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">salvo la poca vergüenza que aún quedaba en la memoria.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Alonso Martínez abría sus puertas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras Caperucita buscaba al lobo feroz,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cansada del romanticismo enfermizo de un leñador,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que cada tarde la recitaba poemas a su oído,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">intentando acompañarla por aquellos garitos de moda,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que abrían hasta altas horas de la madrugada.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">La noche daba paso a la madrugada,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y a los bares que recogían los despojos de la noche,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para brindarnos un chocolate con porras,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">o un café bien cargado que nos devolviera la cordura,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">esa que se había perdido en otra noche de fiesta,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en los locales de moda de Madrid.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-6897910730430302342024-01-10T14:47:00.000-08:002024-01-10T15:59:18.625-08:00AQUELLAS TARDES<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsPh1oMG7sJ0K573xncYwrDbQcEDsV2DiMJ9CbdIqtyCRA_ufob0eozH1SVv-D6vyFvvnYiMgTfyvo00z3povn140fGOiPXeFpRk4gZqjLa6tbOtDRwTYMVaB3XYNyq2rJ6v5w4i_p94/s1600/40094017_10155858522626647_3442336912453402624_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="992" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsPh1oMG7sJ0K573xncYwrDbQcEDsV2DiMJ9CbdIqtyCRA_ufob0eozH1SVv-D6vyFvvnYiMgTfyvo00z3povn140fGOiPXeFpRk4gZqjLa6tbOtDRwTYMVaB3XYNyq2rJ6v5w4i_p94/s640/40094017_10155858522626647_3442336912453402624_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></i></b></span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Nunca ha habido nada,</i></b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>como aquellas tardes de invierno,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>todos al rededor de la lumbre,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>contando historias de aquellos,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i>que venían de otros lugares,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de visita a nuestro pueblo.</i></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b><i><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>Con la chacina colgada,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>y la tinaja junto al fuego,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>el pote para la bolsa de agua,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>escuchando el chisporrotear de los leños,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>el viento sopla con fuerza fuera,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><span>golpeando fuerte contra el albero.</span></div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span></span></span><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">La tarde pasa lenta,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">como si se congelara el tiempo,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">la plaza grande está vacía,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">estamos aún a lunes y hasta el jueves no hay puestos,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">el pueblo está solitario, como si estuviera desierto.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Dice de repente mi padre, sin venir a cuento,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">os acordáis de los titiriteros,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de las volanderas grandes al lado del colegio,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">del enfado que cogió Don Tomás el curandero,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">cuando quiso subir a su hijo y le dijeron no sin dinero.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;">Aquella tarde nos echamos unas risas,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">no hay nada como aquellos tiempos,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">todos al rededor de la lumbre,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">con mi padre, mi madre, mi abuela y mi abuelo,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">estaban también mi tía Lady y mi tío Carlo el churrero,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">aquellas tardes de matanza, aquellas tardes de invierno.</span></div></span></i></b></span></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-14937132163339963442023-12-18T15:21:00.000-08:002023-12-18T15:31:08.882-08:00COMO TÚ Y YO QUERAMOS<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Tahoma, apple-system, system-ui, Roboto, Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJA9jfV2caAj4E5aOoy2Q017sF_mMSy5IPuk1UJ_Dpdj1ARE0hOYr8JW5d7xVafmESqeh0hmpjkXkRE9oCjh8x698ZpkxC5YbpXhJaho3LXTEWF9Yhmk2wPwYtxROd6ncyXaRKq7abhNp1IirTJaaGFSN6hUOn-mekOb_Mnzuh7TZmT4bKRMCsj9qmekk/s337/f777b6c9eec41e6d52252803113203f9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="236" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJA9jfV2caAj4E5aOoy2Q017sF_mMSy5IPuk1UJ_Dpdj1ARE0hOYr8JW5d7xVafmESqeh0hmpjkXkRE9oCjh8x698ZpkxC5YbpXhJaho3LXTEWF9Yhmk2wPwYtxROd6ncyXaRKq7abhNp1IirTJaaGFSN6hUOn-mekOb_Mnzuh7TZmT4bKRMCsj9qmekk/w448-h640/f777b6c9eec41e6d52252803113203f9.jpg" width="448" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /><span><br /></span></i></b></span><p></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca como el corazón quiere,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como el alma añora,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca que el destino no tiene espacio,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como el deseo que nos una,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como la pasión nos caliente,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca que miles de kilómetros no son suficientes.</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca que respiramos el mismo aire,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cerca, tan cerca vivimos en la misma tierra,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y aunque nos distancie océanos y mares,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">miramos cada noche las mismas estrellas,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">con la luna como testigo cómplice,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">de este amor que no entiende de distancias.</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca como el hilo rojo,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">como una mañana soleada y serena,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">como un beso que se posa en los labios,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">como una palabra que acaricia la oreja,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">dejando a un lado para siempre el miedo,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">naciendo en el aleteo de una mariposa.</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: xx-large;"><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca como tú y yo queramos,</i></b></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca que es imposible estar más cerca,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">si es nuestra piel la que acarician nuestras manos,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">si son nuestros brazos los que nos rodean,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cerca, tan cerca como tú y yo queramos,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">qué</span> <span>kilómetros de más va a tener la tierra.</span></i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca como el corazón quiere,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como el alma añora,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca que el destino no tiene espacio,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como el deseo que nos una,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca como la pasión nos caliente,</i></b></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tan cerca que miles de kilómetros no son suficientes.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Cerca, tan cerca, que a pesar de la distancia siento lo que sientes,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cerca, tan cerca, que a pesar de la distancia escucho tus latidos.</i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-54412583105681097782023-12-08T16:58:00.000-08:002023-12-08T17:01:42.670-08:00OTRO AÑO MÁS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwjgskpyLnsdfTAxUyZm9_R_fk1TzZtywgvG9D7ZxNMIu1BXZV_GrK5kz5UPVmWaah0z-vab5FPTwQx_KV8r8XIY0-gHfGFaAoeLo7UYasOE-uZ8fK6KF1zaKAuzfbuvPaADCWl3zbb7by2LoHph9UaImXTxLsXm75kTLfIUHyerEfTfSQ7Nm-KvltMY/s564/3c9f6833fe9c9b1ec41089556e0c880a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="564" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwjgskpyLnsdfTAxUyZm9_R_fk1TzZtywgvG9D7ZxNMIu1BXZV_GrK5kz5UPVmWaah0z-vab5FPTwQx_KV8r8XIY0-gHfGFaAoeLo7UYasOE-uZ8fK6KF1zaKAuzfbuvPaADCWl3zbb7by2LoHph9UaImXTxLsXm75kTLfIUHyerEfTfSQ7Nm-KvltMY/w640-h506/3c9f6833fe9c9b1ec41089556e0c880a.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDixcING9A9jY2BjEsPLushVqVv5iC7v8SyCcO8KEKa8Vm3F8WXB_1TcJ-9GTHLf8Vnbt9nrTFMMTs3aPYtuHqGzrXeIadqRww9auhmjwpEn62hHWMqZIUS-Q55A0TzUqzXVhwaT7lxh2EmsODEi96niwW_T2rUJ20KYsuKRjQDR5SID_MZ9zxFQzHmc/s545/2b0738a5668123fbd6f59303074a1c0c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="545" height="580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDixcING9A9jY2BjEsPLushVqVv5iC7v8SyCcO8KEKa8Vm3F8WXB_1TcJ-9GTHLf8Vnbt9nrTFMMTs3aPYtuHqGzrXeIadqRww9auhmjwpEn62hHWMqZIUS-Q55A0TzUqzXVhwaT7lxh2EmsODEi96niwW_T2rUJ20KYsuKRjQDR5SID_MZ9zxFQzHmc/w640-h580/2b0738a5668123fbd6f59303074a1c0c.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /> </i></b></span><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Otro año que se suicida lentamente,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>susurrando sus pecados a mi oído,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año de oportunidades perdidas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>moribundo de estación a estación,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>y que a la vuelta de la esquina,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>se precipitará al vacío desde las agujas de un reloj.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Otro año de sueños rotos y canciones vacías,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de letras inconclusas y lobos desarmados,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año de sapos y princesas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>que ya no cabían en el mismo un cuento,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año que nos prometieron el cielo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>y a aquí estamos caminando por el infierno.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Otro año de mentiras mal contadas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de venenos y colmillos en el congreso,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año del que a pesar de todo salimos ilesos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de cornadas despiadadas e insomnio en las calles,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año para enmarcar, otro año moribundo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>que se muere lentamente en un portal.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Otro año de guerras sin sentido,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de crímenes machistas en las casas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año de pederastas y confesionario,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año sin educación, ni respeto,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año que ahí gente muriendo en el estrecho,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>mientras el tiempo corre sin sentido.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Otro año de Sabinas, Dígitos, Messi y Mafaldas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de llorar a los que ya se fueron,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año que llega a Navidad,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>haciéndome cada día más viejo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>otro año sin más, que se me ahogo en el tintero.</i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-36817715524369589232023-12-01T16:52:00.000-08:002023-12-01T16:52:17.000-08:00EN MI PELLEJO<p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfFTN4NG25wZCaIVit6hAV_DwR0rpo7WAgMtGk2sZ9BHxbftrbtLlXQd8lvJ6c6UmneqzcvBTzb6m5hwOtbqbKj8_zCAlqTJE8atYeHvmVC_gLyeBxwguaMqdY5IXVPnQHjISZgxVJekF4ti_dPL-EBrrBDxv64BKfUJ590ruIFXZsD5qTQGXgwcfKd8/s750/26944c927d2a6558fb2872a0ad8341bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfFTN4NG25wZCaIVit6hAV_DwR0rpo7WAgMtGk2sZ9BHxbftrbtLlXQd8lvJ6c6UmneqzcvBTzb6m5hwOtbqbKj8_zCAlqTJE8atYeHvmVC_gLyeBxwguaMqdY5IXVPnQHjISZgxVJekF4ti_dPL-EBrrBDxv64BKfUJ590ruIFXZsD5qTQGXgwcfKd8/w426-h640/26944c927d2a6558fb2872a0ad8341bf.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbirKjGgo9-mYy__Zz2s7UZZLesyEKxhRnMYTiveBu88OYd8GGZ2IFMvqAJt-Cr_s6MAUMSCh7bVPY6GkCUyfkKnehyphenhyphenW3086j-42j-Zuo0vnz-n1dIwuWz98rzLoWt5Z1pPcMQXo5s4dgBvvdItf-Lr-CLsyK_6REz99ZQGmp22co5a-cMvlIuw63t98/s480/1243ba091c01552a87b23af086fdac19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbirKjGgo9-mYy__Zz2s7UZZLesyEKxhRnMYTiveBu88OYd8GGZ2IFMvqAJt-Cr_s6MAUMSCh7bVPY6GkCUyfkKnehyphenhyphenW3086j-42j-Zuo0vnz-n1dIwuWz98rzLoWt5Z1pPcMQXo5s4dgBvvdItf-Lr-CLsyK_6REz99ZQGmp22co5a-cMvlIuw63t98/w422-h640/1243ba091c01552a87b23af086fdac19.jpg" width="422" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en ser quien no soy,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en soñar con lo que no quiero,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cambiando rosas por espinas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">quise ser una vez bucanero,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y si hoy vienes a buscarme te digo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que no pretendo llegar virgen al cementerio.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en caminar cuesta arriba,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">descalzo por caminos de piedra y espinas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">del saltar al vacío sin red, ni paracaídas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tuve vocación de poeta, tuve vocación de suicida,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cuando las musas me echaban de su cama cada día.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en ser quien no soy,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">ahogando mis fantasmas en una botella,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">caminando por la cuerda floja de la soledad,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">escribiendo mi nombre en las aceras,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">de esta maldita ciudad que me hace prisionero,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras me asesina la infame rutina.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en ser quien no soy,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">gritando otros nombres al viento,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras los años pasan atropellándose unos a otros,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y el tiempo cruel y despiadado llena de arrugas mi cuerpo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sin darme tregua ni cancha aliado con el destino,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que una vez me declaro la guerra y desde entonces es mi enemigo.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en ser quien no soy,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Aprendí a esconderme en el espejo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">para esconderme de ti, si de ti,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">ese fulano con el que apenas hablo, al que ya no veo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">ese mismo que vive dentro de mí,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">escondido como un cobarde dentro mi pellejo.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Me he empeñado en ser quien no soy,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en soñar con lo que no quiero,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">cambiando rosas por espinas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">quise ser una vez bucanero,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y si hoy vienes a buscarme te digo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que no pretendo llegar virgen al cementerio.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-3833609415840637902023-11-28T18:35:00.000-08:002023-11-28T18:40:25.510-08:00ACERCATE PARA ACA<p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7suv1wNZGsj0g1pe7y4uhWuUN0RJ9gs-dEHk3PTw4UvGfj7bZLlKwGWNSw_MaS0nA90Rpx5fHU1r9MJVnt-dK6yCTLMc7vRxMAo7YnamIeFkk7oOeaO0vYSTNpdguwBc-t6uOV3WAAfQ/s1600/38704872_10155820722861647_3029163506709561344_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7suv1wNZGsj0g1pe7y4uhWuUN0RJ9gs-dEHk3PTw4UvGfj7bZLlKwGWNSw_MaS0nA90Rpx5fHU1r9MJVnt-dK6yCTLMc7vRxMAo7YnamIeFkk7oOeaO0vYSTNpdguwBc-t6uOV3WAAfQ/s640/38704872_10155820722861647_3029163506709561344_n.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;">Acércate para acá,</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">pues la noche viene fría,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">vamos a contarnos las penas,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">vamos a contarnos las alegrías</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y que la luna nos encuentre,</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">abrazados como siempre vida mía.</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">En esta noche de invierno,</i></b></span></div><div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;">y ya colgada del techo la chacina,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;">viene a mi mente el recuerdo,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;">el recuerdo de otros días,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;">cuando los dos éramos mozos,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;">y yo mi amor, te pretendía.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">Recuerdo la cara de tu padre,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">cuando la mano le pedía,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">esa mirada seria y serena, que todo lo decía,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">y aquellas palabras que me dijo,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">como vas a mantener a mi hija,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">si tú eres solo un jornalero,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">sin futuro, sin casa y sin una perra chica.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">No tienes donde caerte muerto,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">y yo le contesté mientras decía,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">me dejaré el alma y me dejaré la vida,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">la piel de mis manos y la rabadilla,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">para que nada le falte a su Paca,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">y si usted consiente para siempre, la Paca será mía.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">El viento fuera sopla fuerte,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">y llueve por lo que se oye todavía,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">acércate para acá Paca,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">acércate para acá, que la noche viene fría,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">vamos a contarnos, amor mío, las penas,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">vamos a contarnos, amor mío, las alegrías.</div></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-56893545910220357342023-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:002023-11-26T18:12:11.661-08:00NOCHE NEGRA<p><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipMy5aLchuaIwJklV9wCReypb4khlmXhZwcZaOtdarRWAcqHGfJ9VNvEeceI6Qnq0u12SqPBwrMhIFnG2TU6B3a7XlCx7f6s8F9hVLC_3zJ4cO7s-Wr8u_Dwd1AjSjZy0J4i3aR7mjFU/s1600/entignao.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="1013" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipMy5aLchuaIwJklV9wCReypb4khlmXhZwcZaOtdarRWAcqHGfJ9VNvEeceI6Qnq0u12SqPBwrMhIFnG2TU6B3a7XlCx7f6s8F9hVLC_3zJ4cO7s-Wr8u_Dwd1AjSjZy0J4i3aR7mjFU/w640-h336/entignao.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">Era una noche negra,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">negra y con muy mala baba,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">llovía como nunca había llovido,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">y los arroyos corrían como si no hubiera un mañana,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">de lado a lado arrastrando todo a su paso.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">El cielo oscuro tronaba y se iluminaba,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">como si fuera a caernos encima de la cabeza,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y al infierno con el diablo nos llevará,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">el mismo que se frotaba una y otra vez las manos,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y se reía a carcajadas.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">El viento soplaba muy fuerte,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">mientras el niño lloraba en la cama,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">había mujeres con velas encendidas,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">rezándole a dios y a la Cruz Bendita,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">para que nada malo pasara.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Ya ha llegado seguro el fin del mundo,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">a las Hurdes altas, medias y bajas,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">aquí no se salva nadie, se me ahogan hasta las cabras,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">ya tiene que estar el burro pegando patadas en la cuadra,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y los cerdos inquietos sin parar de gruñir.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">La bujarda grande no puede tragar tanta agua,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">y dicen voces que gritan que se ha inundado la posada,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">unos valientes han salido con herramientas de sus casas,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">para ir a ayudar al posadero corriendo,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">a ver si pueden entre todos salvarla.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">Era una noche negra,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">negra y con muy mala baba,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">llovía como nunca había llovido,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">y los arroyos corrían como si no hubiera un mañana,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet;">de lado a lado arrastrando todo a su paso.</span></i></b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-3283615257527948522023-11-23T15:50:00.000-08:002023-11-23T15:50:54.066-08:00JOSE, EL LAGAR HUNDIDO (Basada en hechos reales)(Dedicada a mi abuelo Jose)<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHpbo6V6zqHJZYK7spQzuIJbltxbk7sLt2-YGdlFwV6374A40WLyjHtaUw0dEjWqH8phKd3UkUimFQtll359Ab5RxaS57Zj-Ei55uplIMJms4qXAJQWTERXwmFP_BDb9igL0eAw3G0Ho/s1600/37212729_10155770210581647_2187863667796606976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="549" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHpbo6V6zqHJZYK7spQzuIJbltxbk7sLt2-YGdlFwV6374A40WLyjHtaUw0dEjWqH8phKd3UkUimFQtll359Ab5RxaS57Zj-Ei55uplIMJms4qXAJQWTERXwmFP_BDb9igL0eAw3G0Ho/s640/37212729_10155770210581647_2187863667796606976_n.jpg" width="366" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background-color: black; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><i>Era una noche negra,
negra y con muy mala baba,
Llovía como nunca había llovido,
y los arroyos corrían como si no hubiera un mañana.
Bajaba el arroyo de la tamborilera,
de un lado a otro rebosando de agua,
haciendo tanto ruido como si del infierno se tratara,
Llevándose todo a su paso sin que nada lo parara.
Jose y dos jornaleros que en el lagar trabajaban,
ajenos a la desdicha que el destino les preparaba,
estaban moliendo las aceitunas para hacer la masa,
y así sacar el oro líquido que de su corazón brotaba.
La pared de la presa rezumaba y se curvaba,
Y en un momento sin previo por el centro reventaba,
Jose saltó y subió por los rulos antes de que la corriente lo arrastrara,
y subió al tejado antes de que este se derrumbara,
y salto al prado de al lado, para salvar su vida.
Otro compañero, el tejado lo enterraba,
y a otro la corriente arroyo abajo lo arrastraba,
Jose dio el aviso, en el pueblo dio la alarma,
bajo la guardia civil y mucha gente corriendo,
y vieron al perro del enterrado que a su lado ladraba.
Al día siguiente al otro compañero encontraban,
ya el hombre sin vida al lado del huerto de la tía Juana,
desde entonces el lagar hundido lo llaman,
el lagar hundido de una noche nefasta,
que en Casar de Palomero su leyenda es recordada.
Era una noche negra,
negra y con muy mala baba,
Llovía como nunca había llovido,
y los arroyos corrían como si no hubiera un mañana.</i></b></span></p></span></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0.21cm;"><br /><br /></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-12782643976735900252023-11-19T16:58:00.000-08:002023-11-19T16:58:16.827-08:00Y SI VOLVIÉRAMOS A SER DOS DESCONOCIDOS<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HgOJQyPel77FqZAjVgxfFGd7yGNkeR0FaKWOmTZKP4RB_iTpta62dLkNPkg-eRmozMzywx3DugCvVEkOCYdy6phsj4s5_G11h3zjC7eO4cu8QgNBtZPZpvpiq9AZ5uJg7pmcyJRyqi92v5Pus_QLfXJkAfgZy6MfSlBSYDwqkDbts64q4dYvt_0Zs_k/s704/403613459_10159947748396647_5588276074339382070_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="552" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HgOJQyPel77FqZAjVgxfFGd7yGNkeR0FaKWOmTZKP4RB_iTpta62dLkNPkg-eRmozMzywx3DugCvVEkOCYdy6phsj4s5_G11h3zjC7eO4cu8QgNBtZPZpvpiq9AZ5uJg7pmcyJRyqi92v5Pus_QLfXJkAfgZy6MfSlBSYDwqkDbts64q4dYvt_0Zs_k/w502-h640/403613459_10159947748396647_5588276074339382070_n.jpg" width="502" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /> </i></b></span><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">tú en tu mundo y yo en el mío,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">en un invierno frío que congela el corazón,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mirando la vida desde una ventana con los cristales opacos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras la soledad se adueña de nuestros sueños.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que se cruzan sin mirarse en cualquier lugar,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que ignoran que el otro existe y le espera,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras la vida pasa entre rosas y espinas,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">mientras el destino juega al escondite con nosotros.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría el tiempo, que sentido tendría la vida,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría el destino y el amor,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría mi alma, que sentido tendría tu alma,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que nacieron y crecieron para estar juntas.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Volvería a soñar cada segundo contigo,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Volvería a buscarte, a buscar en tus ojos el amor,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">te elegiría de nuevo a ti cada día, para estar a tu lado,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y como ahora caminaría agarrado a tu mano, junto a ti.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sin nuestros abrazos, sin nuestros besos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sin ver tu sonrisa cada mañana, sin tus enojos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">sin tus ocurrencias locas que iluminan mis días nublados,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">y hacen que cada minuto se llene de magia.</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y si volviéramos a ser dos desconocidos,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría el tiempo, que sentido tendría la vida,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría el destino y el amor,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">qué sentido tendría mi alma, que sentido tendría tu alma,</i></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">que nacieron y crecieron para estar juntas.</i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-7056033147147211622023-11-19T14:31:00.000-08:002023-11-19T17:00:26.346-08:00LOS CARNAVALES (Dedicada a Nano Jimenez y a Jesús (El gallo)<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiDLIVJ9tmpbH5YCicLYIn1_Ojo_t71biaFb6G_V1PCHJ8RUcp2gG93NOOdm8cDYuJ8fN3ZZ_konBeqhGg9fsdAFbGwXzRGyO315uTrra9d6x9D2g5-2nsw5THgLAg5zmSwOn06IcSGA/s1600/35408706_10155701949041647_8703592835540058112_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="242" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiDLIVJ9tmpbH5YCicLYIn1_Ojo_t71biaFb6G_V1PCHJ8RUcp2gG93NOOdm8cDYuJ8fN3ZZ_konBeqhGg9fsdAFbGwXzRGyO315uTrra9d6x9D2g5-2nsw5THgLAg5zmSwOn06IcSGA/s640/35408706_10155701949041647_8703592835540058112_n.jpg" width="288" /></i></b></span></a></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFvrGDBw247fFwMsrIWWz2hN639oC2lP2Oru3OLB-eS_wjQ0RDobQHnlaeivn_LsXQzJeeBHry0tILEdFMy72IRnycWVmlzC77rJfsR36T_jepHpzoZ9eft53l33j390RVoUofXzYhQg/s1600/35360717_10155701949106647_2425494428643753984_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFvrGDBw247fFwMsrIWWz2hN639oC2lP2Oru3OLB-eS_wjQ0RDobQHnlaeivn_LsXQzJeeBHry0tILEdFMy72IRnycWVmlzC77rJfsR36T_jepHpzoZ9eft53l33j390RVoUofXzYhQg/s640/35360717_10155701949106647_2425494428643753984_n.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: trebuchet;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Mira madre ya viene el tamborilero,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Con la flauta en la mano y el tambor pegado al cuerpo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Tocando canciones populares de antaño,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y también madre, la rosa de los tiempos,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mira madre ya viene el tamborilero.</i></b></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya viene madre Emiliano,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y detrás gente bailando y riendo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Jesús el gallo tocando con arte las piedras,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y cantando canciones e historias del pueblo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Historias de la Cruz, la cruz que se encontró en el puerto.</i></b></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya son los carnavales en casar de palomero,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Los paisanos llenan las calles con miles de atuendos,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Hay gente disfrazada, héroes, piratas, y herreros,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">De médicos, enfermeras y hasta del curandero viejo.</i></b></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya se ha llenado la plaza grande,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya llegan los mozos y mocitas del pueblo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Han puesto puestos de turrones, almendras y caramelos,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Una volandera grande y unos coches de choque pequeños,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Por venir ha venido todo el mundo, ha venido hasta el heladero.</i></b></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Mira madre ya viene el tamborilero,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Con la flauta en la mano y el tambor pegado al cuerpo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Tocando canciones populares de antaño,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y también madre, la rosa de los tiempos,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Mira madre ya viene el tamborilero.</i></b></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Ya viene madre Emiliano,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y detrás gente bailando y riendo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Jesús el gallo tocando con arte las piedras,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Y cantando canciones e historias del pueblo,</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Historias de la Cruz, la cruz que se encontró en el puerto.</i></b></span></p></div><div><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-51451282009680739802023-10-29T14:18:00.005-07:002023-10-29T14:18:44.780-07:00ALAS BLANCAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscqzGpBK2Ll-PTyeD-55rCbKcZP9K8sYn2bAVu6pzuUM9CSX_okqHEWJ_YwRKu5pskBSm2nuLGG2dzt4Mq8PqfzZsgDnyKSy38TWjGadOMWkz9ceN82sbLNqxqdlAX9anZli0YvkpTL7qeli45ENnWxs_MC7-ArSgrACAam6XHMxWo6QzwV19qM8Ze9A/s944/ea3a66c18c3303f8320c12f1c4a3d994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="563" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscqzGpBK2Ll-PTyeD-55rCbKcZP9K8sYn2bAVu6pzuUM9CSX_okqHEWJ_YwRKu5pskBSm2nuLGG2dzt4Mq8PqfzZsgDnyKSy38TWjGadOMWkz9ceN82sbLNqxqdlAX9anZli0YvkpTL7qeli45ENnWxs_MC7-ArSgrACAam6XHMxWo6QzwV19qM8Ze9A/w382-h640/ea3a66c18c3303f8320c12f1c4a3d994.jpg" width="382" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8_x0TgcZXjn05ESV07BMqEEt3fyyFEByjvswLDTVJ1gMR7zpN2hb3dWeTvwELkEU2w4fTAzD5PIQkzTvKPuSQvGbbdNdAeNinh3TR_JGpFdV20Oselg-EkK95fRf-5pqAvfvFfgBT3dOcOcLEImxoaN3hIo9hqnTxm3xFOQqE6mZGb85dSKamWU45Sg/s1002/6b9830b879026bd33ae77ea1be0a886a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8_x0TgcZXjn05ESV07BMqEEt3fyyFEByjvswLDTVJ1gMR7zpN2hb3dWeTvwELkEU2w4fTAzD5PIQkzTvKPuSQvGbbdNdAeNinh3TR_JGpFdV20Oselg-EkK95fRf-5pqAvfvFfgBT3dOcOcLEImxoaN3hIo9hqnTxm3xFOQqE6mZGb85dSKamWU45Sg/w360-h640/6b9830b879026bd33ae77ea1be0a886a.jpg" width="360" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Vacía tu alma de miedos,</i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;">deja brotar tus lágrimas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dando descanso al corazón,</div><div style="text-align: center;">en tu soledad acompañando tu calma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y sal de ese rincón dejando atrás el dolor.</div></i></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;">Acompaña a tu silencio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">extiende de nuevo tus alas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dejando que brote el misterio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dando vida a una nueva esperanza,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que el hoy es tu tiempo, que hoy de nuevo hay magia.</div></i></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;">Deja que el presente te lleve,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a conquistar metas más altas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">pasea por el mundo y siéntete libre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nadie amordace tus palabras,</div><div style="text-align: center;">suelta las cargas del ayer,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y ponle sueños a tu mañana.</div></i></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;">Vuela hasta la luna o el sol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">despliega tus alas blancas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nadie detenga tu vuelo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nadie encadene tu alma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y vuelve a ser un guerrero,</div><div style="text-align: center;">leal y fiel hasta que llegue la guadaña.</div></i></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;">Que la mañana no te llegue sombría,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin desafíos nuevos y excitantes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin sueños, ni metas logradas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin ser valiente y constante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">en esta vida dura y mundana.</div></i></b></span><p></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-43653427566843885502023-10-28T18:31:00.004-07:002023-10-28T18:32:15.432-07:00LA RUEDA DEL TIEMPO<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sP9LRV9YtvT0H74KTRLJuiIF15dBfOf5kdat0mP_eciGVox7tw_GuxSaBiLZQUII-b6mZh0_U40nQWRSzq1-0nLqe949Z7YsGpcMzYLS-cRUWAwi-xSATpM6OMXr7M9YwuJrhkc_aJCuI4kRmjDnUforWL7S8mPByyKls2SisMwvKHMW6s_NipUGCiA/s1114/260141190_10158657696451647_1264641705040891294_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1114" data-original-width="709" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sP9LRV9YtvT0H74KTRLJuiIF15dBfOf5kdat0mP_eciGVox7tw_GuxSaBiLZQUII-b6mZh0_U40nQWRSzq1-0nLqe949Z7YsGpcMzYLS-cRUWAwi-xSATpM6OMXr7M9YwuJrhkc_aJCuI4kRmjDnUforWL7S8mPByyKls2SisMwvKHMW6s_NipUGCiA/w408-h640/260141190_10158657696451647_1264641705040891294_n.jpg" width="408" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0FZ_2R06XOKQxVQo054uMw46ea6BCI6S1jKirY-0mBPQEa-QL3o_6E8xhl_JmpZua9MA41LL_0xd_7TT-wJE7hv9lvbHk45QKOLnO7AUqLuK1awNzNqSrbNg8HNslqiiRB4VJch3xK9oTc0uNEnV91A_oaxpEFHos7sTvsxPGT6SJS9m9fbEJ-q5HNE/s992/14c53361086bb8b05183eefe0742ed37.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="992" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0FZ_2R06XOKQxVQo054uMw46ea6BCI6S1jKirY-0mBPQEa-QL3o_6E8xhl_JmpZua9MA41LL_0xd_7TT-wJE7hv9lvbHk45QKOLnO7AUqLuK1awNzNqSrbNg8HNslqiiRB4VJch3xK9oTc0uNEnV91A_oaxpEFHos7sTvsxPGT6SJS9m9fbEJ-q5HNE/w640-h482/14c53361086bb8b05183eefe0742ed37.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="text-align: left;">Un latido, el primero,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Comienza la rueda del tiempo,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Abre los ojos el mundo espera,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Hoy comienza el viaje infinito,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Que ha de llevarte por el camino de la eternidad.</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">No temas a la luz,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Solo es el equilibrio que guiará tu corazón,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">El camino a veces será doloroso,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Pero no te arrodilles, sigue tus pasos,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Las montañas más altas son para escalarlas.</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Vive, llora, ríe, pero no te rindas,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Las batallas más grandes son las más duras,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Pero no son las que deciden la guerra,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Tú sabes bien lo fuerte que eres y serás,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Solo has de creer en ti, en tu alma.</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">No tengas miedo,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Salta al principio de los días,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Recorre el sendero solo o en compañía,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">volverá el principio y volverá el final,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Y así será una y otra vez sin parar,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Hasta el final de la existencia.</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">La rueda del tiempo gira,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Gira sin detenerse nunca,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Y lo que hoy es ayer, ayer será hoy,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">En un baile perfecto entre el ayer y el mañana,</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Que dará equilibrio al presente que vives.</span></i></b></span></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-74541905911537422722023-10-28T13:34:00.008-07:002023-10-28T13:45:43.845-07:00DOMINGO DE RAMOS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRGuyDjRZ9bcVlKw0ZeSUAXD235HoiMsZWv4ugF7mhoIhX7XiczLb91XexO15twYiyOEpU320tcLZEXn4ATIThGu1nqeDwF_Ataro7fGQTfZXvPuXta5VSHsqH36Avik85dKby6R-ta4/s1600/imagen-1106-640x640x80.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><span><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="867" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRGuyDjRZ9bcVlKw0ZeSUAXD235HoiMsZWv4ugF7mhoIhX7XiczLb91XexO15twYiyOEpU320tcLZEXn4ATIThGu1nqeDwF_Ataro7fGQTfZXvPuXta5VSHsqH36Avik85dKby6R-ta4/s640/imagen-1106-640x640x80.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">Hoy me he puesto la muda nueva,
la muda nueva que mi mujer me ha comprado en la plaza,
he sacado el traje de chaqueta y me he puesto hasta corbata,
he sacado los zapatos que me ha regalado mi hijo,
me he afeitado y me he puesto un clave en la solapa.</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">
Mi mujer también se me ha puesto muy guapa,
con una falda negra y una blusa blanca,
sé ha hecho un moño en el pelo,
sé ha pintado las uñas y sé ha pintado la cara,
y a mí me ha recordado al día que nos casaban.</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">
Ya tocan las campanas y hay qué ir a la iglesia,
llama el señor cura para acudir a la misa,
ya pasado el boticario y también el alcalde,
el maestro, el médico, el herrero y la tía Tomasa,
las beatas del pueblo y hasta el Ángel de la guarda.</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;">
Hoy es domingo, domingo de ramos,
y como decía mi abuela si no estrenas nada,
Hay niño si no estrenas nada, se te caen las manos,
ya tocan las campanas y hay qué ir a la iglesia,
con una rama de palmera o una de olivo,
para dar la bienvenida a Jesús y recibir la bendición de todos los santos.</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">
Después, como todos hay que ir a celebrarlo,
a toma a la posada o a al bar las flores un buen vino,
que hoy nadie va al trabajo en el pueblo,
que para eso es domingo, domingo de ramos.</span><span style="background-color: black;">
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</span>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-504392899356861052023-10-22T15:08:00.003-07:002023-10-22T15:08:22.217-07:00NO TE CONOCÍA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfneCe4tLJtFv_j9DAcGamfapSTK2MJKy7Spqj4vK1P-8I1cDXbk8ZVw0r5j7uzfpnmuMhm6kqOI95TiTPLhyphenhyphenD1af4XmJ8ujXkQFmsgh4AaVwTRLLnu1mq4zzqqP4oD5bcGxwFu6D7yQF6hrniQ2xXC-bwRwgx53rLoivJVYzMxtOAqbVV-gFExUMACU/s846/9f7e49c48c49ff508ddb956b56bdf9f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="563" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfneCe4tLJtFv_j9DAcGamfapSTK2MJKy7Spqj4vK1P-8I1cDXbk8ZVw0r5j7uzfpnmuMhm6kqOI95TiTPLhyphenhyphenD1af4XmJ8ujXkQFmsgh4AaVwTRLLnu1mq4zzqqP4oD5bcGxwFu6D7yQF6hrniQ2xXC-bwRwgx53rLoivJVYzMxtOAqbVV-gFExUMACU/w426-h640/9f7e49c48c49ff508ddb956b56bdf9f2.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /> </span></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>No te conocía,</i></b></span></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Y en medio de aquel lugar, </div><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Algo inesperado sucedió, </div><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Nada existía menos tú, </div><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Llámalo casualidad o destino, </div><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Llámalo si quieres magia, </div><div style="text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;">O llámalo amor.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">No te conocía,
Y el tiempo se paró en aquel segundo,
De repente la vida se hizo suspiro,
Y sentí que volaba sin alas hasta el cielo,
Mientras nuestras miradas se buscaban sin descanso,
Y sin condición me rendí a tu sonrisa.
No te conocía,
Y aquel primer hola sonó eterno,
Yo era un vagabundo siempre de paso,
Hasta que aquella tarde te conocí,
Y vi en tus ojos nuestra casa, nuestros futuros hijos,
Y entendí que había llegado a mi hogar.
No te conocía,
Y la vida me puso frente a ti,
Por siempre a tu lado, de la mano,
Yo siempre pensando en ti y tú siempre pensando en mí,
Y mi mundo se convirtió en tu mundo,
Y tu mundo se convirtió en mi mundo,
Y decidimos libremente compartir la eternidad.
No te conocía,
Y te soñé cada segundo, cada minuto, cada hora,
<div style="text-align: left;">Hasta que te hiciste realidad.</div></span></i></b></span><p></p>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-57311856913921951632023-10-16T16:04:00.005-07:002023-10-16T16:11:12.496-07:00GUAÑINOS SALVAJES (Dedicada a mi Padre y a mi tío Carlos)<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8niGcexJrufDY9gPQ0dSqacDzU-YhCWnDe9CA-yl_2GKUHMzQwPvrFjMh_1MMTVVIvzITT0XjdzX7ZE1vbTpJkG_CbHvA-Q9SUX_SKKW5RQ6QC5j0Zi4zsCIU7hZgaPAD2exYi03vXE/s1600/34702402_10155683805501647_5971512259644489728_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="498" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8niGcexJrufDY9gPQ0dSqacDzU-YhCWnDe9CA-yl_2GKUHMzQwPvrFjMh_1MMTVVIvzITT0XjdzX7ZE1vbTpJkG_CbHvA-Q9SUX_SKKW5RQ6QC5j0Zi4zsCIU7hZgaPAD2exYi03vXE/s640/34702402_10155683805501647_5971512259644489728_n.jpg" width="442" /></span></span></a></i></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQqUie5wi5ZrMMGzkxtT30QxXfIAfPBLDo4XcTFp7ap9sz8rlmAqkgC7Idco8HUKbNUOBm30OVZnFc3445uLsa4dP021ARcDJDnTL4MLF2oi1zuAdJQrEgZ0ClVThzL1gKfEEEU-8hIJM/s1600/34756934_10155683805511647_4644430458250067968_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQqUie5wi5ZrMMGzkxtT30QxXfIAfPBLDo4XcTFp7ap9sz8rlmAqkgC7Idco8HUKbNUOBm30OVZnFc3445uLsa4dP021ARcDJDnTL4MLF2oi1zuAdJQrEgZ0ClVThzL1gKfEEEU-8hIJM/s640/34756934_10155683805511647_4644430458250067968_n.jpg" width="480" /></i></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Son las seis de la mañana,
y aún no ha cantado el gallo,
ya va aclarando el día,
es hora de coger los avíos,
y de ir a trabajar al campo.
Ya he cogido la guadaña,
y también la hoz de mano,
le he puesto la albarda a la mula,
y de abono he cargado dos sacos,
para echarlos a los olivos que ayer he labrado.
Va mi cuñado Carlos conmigo,
vamos subiendo el puerto del Gamo,
hoy toca ir más allá de traslasierra,
a guañar a Don Jesús dos prados,
aquí van los Guañinos salvajes,
aquí van los guañinos riendo y cantando.
Vamos los dos cantando canciones populares,
la del caldero, la de los ricos y los pobres,
canciones del pasado,
canciones que cantaban nuestros padres,
canciones que cantaban nuestros abuelos,
y que hablan de nuestra tierra, de los Hurdanos.
Pasan las horas y el sol se pone en lo alto,
ya hemos echado el abono y hemos guañado los prados,
el pico de la sierra de santa Bárbara se ha puesto nublado,
parece que va a haber tormenta, que va a llover en un rato,
aunque hoy hace mucho calor, como cualquier día de verano.</i></b></span></span></div>FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351529207974212459.post-86372099063188607792023-10-07T14:44:00.010-07:002023-10-07T14:44:53.805-07:00RAICES (Aquellos tiempos)<p><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"> </i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUydn-3nL-BvO34eWGmWBmaxoSgyClcak4rZ-3LisE2F03D9aOKAoT4ZB0kjdeaT3CW7EAh3boT7H1RpTTnS7FwAIu-SqIOJfWLfu8PVPkOFABoDQICflHRN9PCX71AN9lcYtjGxC1aDg/s1600/34064647_10155665811706647_8117360195119611904_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="720" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUydn-3nL-BvO34eWGmWBmaxoSgyClcak4rZ-3LisE2F03D9aOKAoT4ZB0kjdeaT3CW7EAh3boT7H1RpTTnS7FwAIu-SqIOJfWLfu8PVPkOFABoDQICflHRN9PCX71AN9lcYtjGxC1aDg/s640/34064647_10155665811706647_8117360195119611904_n.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB5hoWGJstKrkkL0gPbxyinJ_18-cQxUuzMDR2G4SsIGcTqARVL04K3hvyvPXehjrEMj2LmtnukM1qOkYOYIMfz4LwT8mmaeSfEjFLHWsRLmNr2AbH_0XeQ_gSimxO1KiV-gThFg0Y2M/s1600/33943143_10155665811711647_1621597892248600576_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="534" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB5hoWGJstKrkkL0gPbxyinJ_18-cQxUuzMDR2G4SsIGcTqARVL04K3hvyvPXehjrEMj2LmtnukM1qOkYOYIMfz4LwT8mmaeSfEjFLHWsRLmNr2AbH_0XeQ_gSimxO1KiV-gThFg0Y2M/s640/33943143_10155665811711647_1621597892248600576_n.jpg" width="474" /></i></b></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1y_xiNRJ2F8CgpgKfABABXiKbe_y17-a7SzGMEKUwASa0uwyMcTGaRscwEUssas3TUS11GGLKw-45wj7mZAvdCVnxRUAIDVodtRlvyfCbe5fYiZHaCrQumrk0B7IB5Gu1UYSQ3QdfQ6g/s1600/34033476_10155665811766647_8242150568689139712_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="960" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1y_xiNRJ2F8CgpgKfABABXiKbe_y17-a7SzGMEKUwASa0uwyMcTGaRscwEUssas3TUS11GGLKw-45wj7mZAvdCVnxRUAIDVodtRlvyfCbe5fYiZHaCrQumrk0B7IB5Gu1UYSQ3QdfQ6g/s640/34033476_10155665811766647_8242150568689139712_n.jpg" width="640" /></i></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Andando por esos montes,
esos montes que fueron olvido,
entre pinos, jaras y zarzales,
huertos, cerezos y olivos,
caminando por esos lugares,
donde más de una vez jugué de niño,
caminando por esos lugares,
me dejé el corazón mío.
<br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Aquellos años de escuela,
de guas, incarroma y guerrillas,
de churro, media manga y manga entera,
hoy se me clavan en el alma,
y el cuerpo se me llena de pena,
hoy me invaden los recuerdos,
y van de mis ojos brotando lágrimas,
al recordar aquellos tiempos.
<br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Recuerdo las cabras de mi madre,
las tardes con mi padre en el huerto,
saboreando aquellos tomates,
que le daban vida a un muerto,
las fresas silvestres que nacían en cualquier parte,
al mulo reverte que era manso y bueno,
aquellas tardes de verano regando los canteros.
<br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Caminando por los caminos entre olivos y cerezos,
visitando los lagares que dieron trabajo y dinero,
voy recordando mi infancia ahora que me hago viejo,
mientras dejo volar a mi alma sin ningún tipo miedo,
algún paisano pasa a mi lado y se para,
y hablamos de aquellos tiempos.
<br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>La tarde se rinde a la noche,
mientras a casa regreso,
la casa que fue de mis padres,
y que antes fue de mis abuelos,
esa casa que cuado yo falte,
será para mis sobrinas y sobrinos,
que son nuestros herederos.
<br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Recuerdo aquellas tardes,
recuerdo con nostalgia esos momentos,
a mi abuela Francisca sentada en su calle,
casi siempre hablando y sonriendo,
añoro más que nunca vivir,
vivir en aquellos tiempos.</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />FLORENCIO RUIZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543425656110379095noreply@blogger.com0